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"Should I sit on the other side of the couch?" he asks with a little grin. Jon doesn't think his face is that distracting, or much of anything to look at, but he's in too good a mood to put up a fight.

Still, he absently touches some of the scars on the side of his face.

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"No, I think I quite like you right here." He encircles Jon's waist, enjoying the little grin.

It's when he touches some of the scars that Martin moves his hand, lifting up to cover Jon's with a soft smile. He knows what he must think, Prentiss did a number on all of them didn't she? Mental, physical -- they all had scars, and Jon more so because he... can't keep himself out of trouble.

"You're not going to convince me that you're not attractive, Jonathan Sims." Martin's firm about it, though the words are quiet and soft, practically whispered.

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"Well, you know me and losing battles."

He doesn't give them up easily, even when he's being a reckless idiot. Which is part of the reason he has so many scars to begin with. Jon laughs a bit, but he does relax as Martin's hand covers his own. His fingers brush against Martin's, lacing together briefly.

Jon knows, vaguely, that he is not unattractive, but it isn't something he thinks about often. He's generally not out to attract other people, so he doesn't think of himself that way. But it is kind of nice to hear.

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"You charge forward without any thought of self preservation?" He grins, cheekily.

That was a conversation they needed to have, how reckless Jon can be when he's focused and determined. A conversation for another day, however, because he was teasing him. He holds his hand, enjoying the close comfort.

"Kidding, kidding." Martin nudges at him. "I'm....really glad you're here."

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Martin isn't wrong, though. He usually has some kind of a plan, but not having a full one has never stopped him before. Jon brushes his fingers along the back of Martin's neck and over his hair.

"I'm glad I came."

He'd been fretting over it, going back and forth. They'd gone on dates, but always somewhere out, somewhere that involved each of them going home separately. It's very intimate to be in Martin's home. Never mind being in his lap.

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"You should...come over more often." He's blushing, totally blushing because yeah, Jon is in his lap, here in his house, and it's just. Just so nice.

Martin feels silly, just holding him there. Jon is surprisingly light, and he's not thinking about lifting him up. Nope. Not at all.

Maybe later.

"It's been a while since I cooked last. Maybe I'll bring you lunch."

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"You don't have to go through all that trouble," he says with a faint blush. It's a sweet offer, and he doesn't really want to turn Martin down - he's a good cook, apparently. Jon wasn't expecting that, though maybe he should have. Martin's very attentive to what people like.

"Though, I won't be disappointed if you brought me some left-overs tomorrow."

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"I don't mind cooking lunch." He huffs a bit. "But I'll bring you leftovers."

Except he's going to cook him normal-sized meals that aren't just leftovers and just leave them on Jon's desk. Not all the time, obviously, but just enough when he thinks Jon is working too hard.

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"That's all I ask."

Jon looks over his shoulder and he does his best to lean to get his wine glass without falling off Martin's lap. It's a near thing, but he manages and makes a quiet, triumphant sound ("Ha!") as he sits up again.

He takes a sip from the glass, then offers it to Martin.

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Martin can't help but chuckle as he reaches for his wine. How can this man be so cute? He's finding that more and more he hopes that this lasts, because each day was like learning something new. Jon was... is an amazing man.

Martin hoped he could live up.

He accepts the wine, taking a sip and handing the glass back. "You went through all that trouble... you should be the one to drink it all."